Three Little Words
Three little words can make the difference in a relationship, don't you think? It's been nearly three months since I've seen Miky and Yu-Jin. I'm getting a bit bored with this batchelor thing even though I can still plan my weekend around golf and not the other way round. While I'm out doing things I think how nice it would be to do with the rest of my family.
We speak on the telephone normally every morning before I start work, on my phonecard, and I've been calling Yu-Jin in the evenings while Miky is at work. We always find some thing to talk about which is usually what happened during the day, drawing class, taekwondo, work or travel plans.
The other night Yu-Jin uttered three words that mean so much.
"Mummy misses you."
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
Comparing My Environmental Activism With Cricket
I picked a good time for a walk this morn. Much like going out to bat in cricket. It was a good start with me killing 60 snails in the first two blocks. Much like facing some loose bowling early in the innings. By about the six minute mark I had reached 66 snails and one slug and began to have thoughts of reaching a hundred.
Another bout of quick scoring took my score, er tally, up to 90. The magical century was within sight. The next 10 mins and the runs dried up a bit and I was sitting on 95. Started to have thoughts of failing to the the ton. The "nervous nineties" had set in. Difficulties where there had been none before stepped in without reason.
Half way home and I was sitting on 97. Would I be stranded and not make it? Would I run out of batting partners or would scoring become so difficult and the runs dry up completely so that I failed to reach that magical mark?
An opportunity for two more arose and then some easy runs presented themselves for the ton - 104. I relaxed after reaching the three figures. More opportunities came about and scoring because free again. When I reached 111 I thought, "Oh no. Triple Nelson!" Umpire Shepherd would be hopping about on one leg. But that is the Englishmen's bogey score so I had nothing to worry about. Aussie's have a supposed bogey score where they get out for 87. Statistics do not bear this to be true however.
More free scoring and then I came to the realisation that I had the responsibility to go on and make a big hundred.
Final score - 142* snails, three slugs and one beetle. (Could have had half a dozen woodlice [slaters] but didn't bother.)
N.B. * denotes "not out"
I picked a good time for a walk this morn. Much like going out to bat in cricket. It was a good start with me killing 60 snails in the first two blocks. Much like facing some loose bowling early in the innings. By about the six minute mark I had reached 66 snails and one slug and began to have thoughts of reaching a hundred.
Another bout of quick scoring took my score, er tally, up to 90. The magical century was within sight. The next 10 mins and the runs dried up a bit and I was sitting on 95. Started to have thoughts of failing to the the ton. The "nervous nineties" had set in. Difficulties where there had been none before stepped in without reason.
Half way home and I was sitting on 97. Would I be stranded and not make it? Would I run out of batting partners or would scoring become so difficult and the runs dry up completely so that I failed to reach that magical mark?
An opportunity for two more arose and then some easy runs presented themselves for the ton - 104. I relaxed after reaching the three figures. More opportunities came about and scoring because free again. When I reached 111 I thought, "Oh no. Triple Nelson!" Umpire Shepherd would be hopping about on one leg. But that is the Englishmen's bogey score so I had nothing to worry about. Aussie's have a supposed bogey score where they get out for 87. Statistics do not bear this to be true however.
More free scoring and then I came to the realisation that I had the responsibility to go on and make a big hundred.
Final score - 142* snails, three slugs and one beetle. (Could have had half a dozen woodlice [slaters] but didn't bother.)
N.B. * denotes "not out"
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Crazy Woman On The Scooter Captured At Last
It had to happen. She's been captured on film, er digital media. I spotted the crazy woman on her scooter in West Perth this morning and realised that I had my camera in my bag. So I whipped it out, the camera that is, and she rode past me on Hay Street in Subiaco. Managed to take a quick snap before she scooted away and wasn't able to take any more.
Have you seen this woman terrorising your building site?
It had to happen. She's been captured on film, er digital media. I spotted the crazy woman on her scooter in West Perth this morning and realised that I had my camera in my bag. So I whipped it out, the camera that is, and she rode past me on Hay Street in Subiaco. Managed to take a quick snap before she scooted away and wasn't able to take any more.
Have you seen this woman terrorising your building site?
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
The Real Truth About Blogging?
Do I detect a blogging war about to erupt? Mr Souter is making some loud statements about the reasons we blog, on his blog. Methinks he is actually very funny.
I particularly enjoyed his comment that Freud thought blogging was a substitute for masturbation (and gambling) when that is how he came to meet his wife [If this posting was about a Hollywood celebrity, or past one, it would have mentioned his current wife, but that is not the case and so won't be mentioned]. And just to clear up any misconceptions - he was gambling at the time, not looking for loose change in the pockets to place on the table. I'd just like to make that very clear.
My reasons for blogging are not the same as his, gratuitous undertones they may be, so I have to refute his stance on the matter. [If I use enough big words he mightn't be able to understand that I don't agree him. Words like "crap" and "BS" aren't big enough.]
Blog away. Be carefree with your thoughts. Pay no attention to Mr Souter that lover of controversy and contradiction. I have rampant thoughts of Monty Python's "The Argument Sketch" at the moment.
Do I detect a blogging war about to erupt? Mr Souter is making some loud statements about the reasons we blog, on his blog. Methinks he is actually very funny.
I particularly enjoyed his comment that Freud thought blogging was a substitute for masturbation (and gambling) when that is how he came to meet his wife [If this posting was about a Hollywood celebrity, or past one, it would have mentioned his current wife, but that is not the case and so won't be mentioned]. And just to clear up any misconceptions - he was gambling at the time, not looking for loose change in the pockets to place on the table. I'd just like to make that very clear.
My reasons for blogging are not the same as his, gratuitous undertones they may be, so I have to refute his stance on the matter. [If I use enough big words he mightn't be able to understand that I don't agree him. Words like "crap" and "BS" aren't big enough.]
Blog away. Be carefree with your thoughts. Pay no attention to Mr Souter that lover of controversy and contradiction. I have rampant thoughts of Monty Python's "The Argument Sketch" at the moment.
How Much Dosh Is My Blog Worth?
Perhaps I should disable the comments on this post to stop the smartarse comments flowing my way. What the hell, diss me if you wish. Thanks for the 30 seconds of time wasting Gleek.
Perhaps I should disable the comments on this post to stop the smartarse comments flowing my way. What the hell, diss me if you wish. Thanks for the 30 seconds of time wasting Gleek.
My blog is worth $2,258.16.
How much is your blog worth?
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The 2005 Melbourne Cup Has Been Run And Won
It's all over for another year. Perhaps the filly that most of us blokes were interested in went by the name of Eva Longoria, but that's another story. Back to the horse race.
In recent days some punter backed Makybe Diva for A$1m at $3 for the win. He's apparently the same bloke who bet $5m on Lonrho to win his final race and I think he came second. Wouldn't it be nice to have that sort of money to blow?
Work put on a bit of a show this year. The boss brought in a TV and had some catering provided. Not bad at all - quiche, sushi, garlic bread, carrot and celery sticks, stuffing, sandwiches and beer. I can save my lunch for tea time. The Melbourne Cup has been run at 3:10 pm Melbourne time for ever and that makes it 12:10 in Perth - lunchtime. Brilliant. Would you believe that the Website is down at the moment?
I picked Mr Celebrity and Brazelle in the sweepstake. At about the 1900m mark (to go), in the 3200m race, I was looking at a quinella. Unfortunately if your horse is in front at that stage then the best you can look forward to is getting your money back for last place. Not sure who picked that up yet.
For the first time in history a horse, Makybe Diva, has won the Cup three years in a row. First horse to win it three times full stop. I was a little worried that as they interviewed the jockey, Glenn Boss, he would cry so much (and he did) that he would lose so much water that he wouldn't make weight and the horse would be disqualified (that didn't happen).
It's all over for another year. Perhaps the filly that most of us blokes were interested in went by the name of Eva Longoria, but that's another story. Back to the horse race.
In recent days some punter backed Makybe Diva for A$1m at $3 for the win. He's apparently the same bloke who bet $5m on Lonrho to win his final race and I think he came second. Wouldn't it be nice to have that sort of money to blow?
Work put on a bit of a show this year. The boss brought in a TV and had some catering provided. Not bad at all - quiche, sushi, garlic bread, carrot and celery sticks, stuffing, sandwiches and beer. I can save my lunch for tea time. The Melbourne Cup has been run at 3:10 pm Melbourne time for ever and that makes it 12:10 in Perth - lunchtime. Brilliant. Would you believe that the Website is down at the moment?
I picked Mr Celebrity and Brazelle in the sweepstake. At about the 1900m mark (to go), in the 3200m race, I was looking at a quinella. Unfortunately if your horse is in front at that stage then the best you can look forward to is getting your money back for last place. Not sure who picked that up yet.
For the first time in history a horse, Makybe Diva, has won the Cup three years in a row. First horse to win it three times full stop. I was a little worried that as they interviewed the jockey, Glenn Boss, he would cry so much (and he did) that he would lose so much water that he wouldn't make weight and the horse would be disqualified (that didn't happen).
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